thedestroyer.deathcheck-第15部分

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　〃Yeah。　Most；〃　Remo　said。　〃The　others　bee　vassal　states。〃
　〃Right。　You　are　a　man　of　the　world；〃　Stohrs　said；　slapping　Remo's　back　in　joy。　It　was　unfortunate　that　Remo　at　the　time　was　doing　rapid　mental　jump　pushups　during　his　stroll。　Remo's　was　the　first　back　Stohrs　had　ever　slapped　that　slapped　back。
　〃You　look　surprised；〃　Remo　said。
　〃No。　Nothing。　I　just　thought　that　my　hand　hurt。〃
　〃That'll　happen　if　you　go　around　slapping　people　on　the　back。〃
　〃It　was　a　sign　of　respect。　It　is　terrible　today　that　we　do　not　have　respect　where　we　should　have　respect。　In　my　country；　we　always　have　respect。　That　is　what　makes　my　country　great。　Always　great；　no　matter　what。〃
　〃What　country　is　that？〃
　〃Switzerland。〃
　〃A　fine　country。　The　best　foreign　policy　in　the　world。〃
　〃Yes。　Its　mountains　are　its　foreign　policy。〃
　〃Very　well　put；〃　Remo　said。
　Stohrs　shrugged　it　off　as　a　nothing。
　〃Strange；〃　Remo　said；　〃but　mountains　act　as　barriers　and　water　as　a　conduit。　Look　at　England。　A　little　island　that　chose　not　to　use　its　water　as　a　barrier　but　as　a　vehicle　to　carry　empire。　Now；　they're　pretty　much　back　on　their　island。〃
　〃The　Britishers　are　overrated。〃
　〃They　did　pretty　well　at　one　time。　For　a　small　island。〃
　〃Well；〃　Stohrs　said；　his　voice　rising。　〃Well。　Who　the　hell　did　they　ever　beat？　Napoleon？　He　was　a　sick　man。　A　dying　man。　They　beat　him　when　he　was　dying。　No。　The　Britishers　get　others　to　fight　for　them。〃
　〃They　did　pretty　well　in　World　War　I　and　II。〃
　〃They　didn't　win　those　wars。〃
　〃They　didn't　lose　them。〃
　〃They　had　almost　nothing　to　do　with　them。　America　and　Russia　won　those　wars。　The　British　were　like　the　French；　little　toadies　currying　your　favors。　You　are　being　used　by　the　British。　They　laugh　at　you　behind　your　back。　Don't　you　see　that？〃
　　　〃I　was　never　aware　that　America　was　laughed　at。〃　
　〃Laughing　stock　of　the　world。　Of　course；　nothing　personal。〃
　〃Of　course　not；〃　Remo　said。　〃It　must　be　nice　to　e　from　a　country　protected　by　mountains；　a　country　that　neither　gives　aid　nor　receives　it；　a　country　whose　only　function　is　to　be　the　world's　counting　house。〃
　〃It's　a　nice　little　country；〃　Stohrs　said。　〃Not　a　great　country　but　a　nice　one。　1　am　proud　to　call　it　home。〃
　〃What　brings　you　here？〃
　〃This　is　a　lovely　job　and　place　to　work。　A　good　environment　for　me　to　raise　my　daughter。　Lovely。　That　is；　if　you　are　not　a　policeman；　no？〃
　〃No；〃　said　Remo　who　had　finished　his　mental　situps　and　now　saw　that　the　light　was　on　in　the　Hirshbloom　cottage。　〃Good　night　and　thank　you　for　walking　with　me。〃
　〃It's　an　honor。　I　respect　you。　Watch　your　step。　There　is　evil　here。　That　tragic　Hawkins'　accident。　I　am　glad　we　now　have　a　real　man　as　security　officer。
　〃Real　man？〃
　〃Yes。　I　do　not　like　to　dishonor　the　dead；　but　McCarthy　was　just。。。　well；　a　clerk。　You　need　a　man　for　the　job。　Good　night。　We　must　play　soon。〃
　〃We　will。〃
　And　Remo　would　not　see　him　again　until　he　would　defeat　him　at　the　chess　table　with　only　a　king　and　queen；　against　a　queen；　a　king；　two　knights；　a　rook　and　a　bishop。　It　would　be　a　brilliant　move；　one　that　no　chess　master　could　ever　perform　as　well。
　
CHAPTER　SEVENTEEN

　The　man　once　known　as　Dr。　Hans　Frichtmann　sat　in　one　of　the　foam…contoured　seats　of　the　Brewster　Forum　auditorium　watching　the　weekly　amateur　show。　They　changed　the　program　from　week　to　week。　Last　week；　it　was　Father　Boyle　on　guitar；　the　week　before　that；　Professor　Ferrante　in　elegiac　poetry。　They　never　called　it　an　amateur　show　and　at　first　had　attempted　to　sell　tickets。　The　first　week　they　sold　eight；　the　next　week　six；　and　then　they　stopped　charging。
　He　could　see　that　the　new　director　of　security　and　Dr。　Deborah　Hirshbloom　were　among　the　missing。　Well；　that　was　something。　It　was　undoubtedly　a　better　performance　than　Dr。　James　Ratchett；　his　magic；　and　now　his　hypnotism。
　He　was　frankly　worried。　The　business　with　the　motorcycle　hoodlums　was　one　thing。　But　how　had　he　escaped　the　fall　from　the　plane　and　managed　to　kill　Hawkins　in　the　process？　He　wished　only　that　his　job　were　finished。　That　he　could　leave　this　accursed　place。
　His　attention　was　brought　back　to　the　stage　by　Ratchett's　voice。
　Dr。　Schulter　was　sitting　in　a　chair　at　center　stage。　Ratchett's　lardy　body　was　frozen　before　the　seated　figure。　It　had　taken　six　minutes　to　put　Schulter　under；　and　the　boredom　of　moving　bodies　coughing　and　sighing　could　be　felt；　as　only　courtesy　tethered　the　forum　personnel　to　their　seats。
　〃Black　longing　pools　of　opalescent　nights　and　the　deepest　of　deep　escapes。　You　are　moving　down；　black…ward；　into　darkness　and　restful　slumber；〃　Ratchett's　voice　purred。　A　few　coughs　brought　a　haughty　condemning　glance　from　Ratchett　and　back　to　the　gibberish。　Strange　that　a　theoretical　chemist；　surrounded　by　great　psychiatrists　and　psychologists；　would　seek　to　entertain　them　with　hypnotism。　And　such　amateurish　hypnotism。
　Oh；　well。　The　dangers　of　espionage　this　decade　varied。　Death　by　boredom　was　a　possibility。　He　heard　Ratchett　call　for　a　return　to　horrible　times。　What　were　horrible　times？　Let's　see。　The　surrender　was　bad；　the　Russian　occupation　worse。　The　removing　of　testicles　from　trembling　men　with　forceps？　Not　bad　at　all；　especially　when　that　Jew　professor　stood　before　him。　The　Jew　professor　who　had　attempted　to　expel　him　from　medical　school　in　Hamburg　because　of　alleged　sadistic　practices。　What　was　wrong　with　sadism？　Really。　If　you　didn't　look　at　it　in　the　sloppy　Jewish　sentimentality；　or　through　the　rose…colored　filter　of　Jewdom's　whore　child；　Christian　ethics。　Sadism　was　good。　It　was　the　extension　of　natural　hostility；　to　a　point　where　it　had　its　own　meaning；　its　own　beauty。　The　Nazi　Party　knew　it。
　The　Nazi　party。　The　only　healthy；　honest　force　in　history。　And　the　way　these　scrawny；　hairy　youngsters　dared　call　the　American　government　fascist　and　Nazi。　How　dare　
　they？　The　American　government；　nothing　but　hypocritical　flotsam；　mealy…mouthing　its　way　through　history；　obsessed　with　domestic　well…being　and　international　public　opinion。　How　dare　they　call　that　Nazi？　He　could　show　them　NAZI。　They　should　see　NAZI！　They　should　see　that　Jewish　professor。　Why　didn't　that　Semitic　scum　scream？　That　was　the　bad　part。　He　didn't　scream。　Yes。　That　was　a　horrible　time。　Horrible。　As　on　stage。
　Schulter　was　searching；　in　his　hypnotic　past；　for　a　horrible　time。　Then　he　jumped　to　his　feet；　dancing　around　the　stage。　Skip　and　a　hop。　And　his　jacket　flew　to　the　floor；　followed　by　his　shirt；　his　undershirt。　Unzip　the　pants　and　step　out。　Then　down　on　his　bony　knees。　The　white　stage…light　reflected　blue　off　his　perspiring　back。　〃The　whip；〃　he　cried。　〃The　woman　with　the　whip。　Whip。　Whip。〃
　Ratchett　was　panting　heavily。　〃The　whip；〃　he　chorused。　〃The　whip；〃　making　little　sucking　noises　through　his　puffy　lips。
　The　staff　was　not　sure　what　happened　next。　Nobody　could　recall　exactly。　But　when　the　new　director　for　security　asked　around　the　next　morning；　the　story　was　this：
　1）　The　hypnotism　show　had　touched　off　something　that　was　better　not　talked　about　and　really　none　of　Remo　Pelham's　business。
　2）　Dr。　Nils　Brewster　snapped　both　men　out　of　their　trance　by　jumping　on　stage　and　mimicking　Ratchett's　voice。
　3）　Everyone　was　strangely　disturbed　by　the　episode；　and　really；　stop　bothering　people。
　They　would　be　bothered　though…even　more；　when　they　discovered　the　awesome　price　Doctor　Ratchett　would　have　to　pay　for　his　dramatic　success。

CHAPTER　EIGHTEEN

　Having　been　thrown　out　of　a　plane　while　trying　to　talk　to　Dr。　Hirshbloom；　there　was　no　price　too　great　for　Remo　to　pay　to〃　see　her。　He　would　even　talk　to　Nils　Brewster。
　Brewster　was　arrogant；　almost　as　if　that　tragic　accident　to　the　sky…diving　instructor　had　been　Remo's　fault。
　〃No；〃　Nils　Brewster　had　said；　through　bandaged　nose。　〃No　request　from　Doctor　Hirshbloom。　Why　are　you　so　interested？〃
　〃Why　is　there　joy　in　your　voice？〃
　〃Don't　answer　a　question　with　a　question。　They　tell　me　that's　how　you　carry　on　a　conversation。〃
　〃Four　out　of　five　department　heads　want　to　talk　to　me。　The　fifth　doesn't。　Why？〃
　〃That's　your　answer？〃　Brewster　asked。
　〃Yes；〃　said　Remo。
　〃I　told　you　you'd　never　understand　about　us。〃
　〃Well；　I'm　going　to　see　her。〃
　〃You　don't　have　my　permission。〃
　〃How　do　I　get　it？〃
　〃You　don't。〃　
　〃Do　you　know　that　if　I　flick　your　nose　with　this　forefinger；〃　Remo　said；　bringing　the　forefinger　very　close　to　the　white　bandages；　〃I　can　cause　you　all　sorts　of　hurt？〃
　　　〃And　you'll　be　out　on　your　ass　before　the　throbbing　subsides。〃
　　　〃What　if　a　brick　should　fall　on　it　at　night　from　you　know　not　where？〃
　　　　　〃You'll　be　out　on　your　ass　before　it　hits　the　ground。〃
　　　〃What　if　I　teach　you　to　do　to　people　what　I　did　to　those　motorcycle　thugs？〃
　　　〃I'm　pushing　sixty；　man。〃
　　　〃I　could　teach　you　to　do　it　to　at　least　two　people。〃
　　　〃Young　people？〃
　　　〃Young　people。〃
　Dr。　Nils　Brewster　dialed　his　telephone　and　said　into　the　receiver：　〃Deborah；　I　thought　you　would　like　to　do　an　input　feedback　on　Remo　Pelham；　the　new　security　officer。　The　others　have　and。。。　oh。　Yes；　of　course。　Certainly　I　understand。〃　He　returned　the　telephone　to　the　receiver。
　〃She　said　she　was　busy　on　something　else。　But　you　have　my　permission。　I'll　deny　it　afterwards；　but　of　course　that'll　be　too　late。　At　least　you're　not　risking　your　job。　Now　when　do　we　start　on　the。。。。〃　Brewster　made　striking　motions　at　young　faces　and　young　stomachs；　dodging　very　swift　punches　of　young　athletes　whom　he　would　now　rend　asunder　should　the　little　twerps　dare　make　wiseass　ments　on　the　road　or　hi　restaurants　or　anywhere。　Anywhere。
　〃In　two　weeks。〃
　〃Two　weeks？〃　Brewster　looked　hurt；　cheated。
　〃Well；　you've　got　to　get　into　shape　first。　Run　a　quarter　of　a　mile　a　day　for　a　week；　then　a　half…mile　the　following　week。〃
　〃Anything　else？〃
　〃No。　That's　it。〃
　〃What　is　your　school　of　attack；　by　the　way？　Karate；　kung　fu；　judo？〃
　〃Wow　tu；〃　said　Remo；　making　up　the　most　idiotic　name　he　could　think　of。
　　　〃Wow　tu？　Never　heard　of　it。〃
　〃That's　why　it　works　so　well。　Do　you　think　anything　really　good　would　be　sold　out　of　a　gymnasium　or　a　book？〃
　〃Wow　tu；〃　repeated　Dr。　Nils　Brewster；　Faversham　Fellow　of　Sociology；　Ph。D。；　University　of　Chicago；　author　of　〃Man　as　Hostile　Environment。〃
　〃Wow　tu；〃　he　said　again；　and　in　the　place　where　dreams　are　formed　he　saw　his　older　daughter's　latest　boyfriend　crumple　to　the　floor　in　agony。
　Now　Remo　was　at　her　cottage。　Mosquitoes　and　moths　held　a　mass　rally　near　her　window　and　Remo　slapped　unsuccessfully　at　them　while　awaiting　her　answer。　He　knocked　again。
　　　〃Who　is　it？〃
　　　〃Your　security　officer；　Remo　Pelham。〃
　　　〃What　do　you　want？〃
　　　〃I　want　to　talk　to　you。〃
　　　〃About　what？〃
　　　〃I　don't　want　to　talk　out　here。〃
　　　〃e　back　tomorrow。〃
　　　〃Can　I　see　you　now？〃　
　　　〃NO。〃
　　　〃Are　you　busy？〃
　　　〃Will　you　go　away！〃　It　was　not　a　question。
　　　〃I　just　want　to　talk　to　you。〃
　There　was　silence　and　the　bugs　poured　in　reinforcements。　It　was　the　stale　hot　of　the　Virginia　summer；　a　deadening　sweat…demanding　night　that　buzzed　with　the　insects　of　the　land。　And　she　did　not　answer。
　　　　〃I'm　not　going　until　you　talk　to　me。〃
　〃Does　Brewster　know　you're　bothering　one　of　his　scientists？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃He　does　not。　That　is　a　lie。　Leave　me　alone。〃
　〃After　you　talk　to　mei〃
　He　heard　footsteps　pad